We were driving from North Carolina to Missouri and Kelli really wanted to stop by Graceland on the way. We stopped in Atlanta first, to visit Rachel May and family, and then headed on. We didn't make it all the way, and stopped, randomly, in Tupelo, Mississippi. Lo and behold, it turned out to be the birthplace of Elvis! Kelli said, in her best Midwestern accent, "God made you stop here - he led you here."
We stopped by. It's surprisingly unassuming and pleasant (and inspirational - see photo). It's a little house:
The grounds are actually rather tasteful. We were greeted by a very old and kind volunteer who shook and held my hand for about two minutes while he was talking to me about the difference in snowfall between Tupelo and Boston. He was so nice, but there was something strange.
I looked closely at him, and saw that there was a small spider web spun between the brim of his hat and his glasses. I kid you not. God knows how long he had been there. I kept thinking of one of the "old caretakers" in a Scooby Doo episode. I kept expecting him to rip his mask off to reveal a terrifying skull face or something. It was sooooo weird. I wish I had a picture to prove it, but Kelli had the camera and didn't see it, and I could hardly bring it up.
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